Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 18

A faint sound of running water echoed through the phone.

Briony's breath hitched, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Irwin's fever still hasn't broken. The tests say he has acute bronchitis and pneumonia-he needs to be admitted for IV treatment."

Rosita's voice instantly tightened with worry. "How could this happen? Wasn't he perfectly fine when Stewart dropped him off this morning?"

The accusatory tone made Briony's brow furrow. "Ms. Lockwood, I have to remind you—Irwin's health is fragile. He has a long list of dietary restrictions."

With that, Briony ended the call.

She clenched her phone and glanced at Irwin, who lay on the hospital bed, sweating and restless even as he slept. A burning frustration twisted in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

A nurse came in and started Irwin's IV.

After about fifteen minutes, Irwin began to sweat, and his fever finally started to subside.

Just then, the door to the room swung open.

Stewart and Rosita hurried inside.

"Irwin!"

tears streaming as she saw her son sleeping, hooked

cheek and called

when he saw Rosita,

face, voice thick with emotion. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart. I'm

"Mom, don't go...'

love

closed, and he slipped back

if Irwin had fallen gravely

pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and handing

fault. If I hadn't had such a difficult labor,

around her shoulders, patting her gently. "Irwin would be upset

murmured soothing

the foot of the bed, watching everything unfold. Pain pricked at her chest, sharp and relentless, but

she had no

the room. As she turned the corner, she nearly collided with Fiona, who was striding down the hallway

instinctively stepped aside, but before she could react, Fiona raised her hand and slapped her across